Martha didn't move her eyes towards her husband, but she inclined her head in the slightest bit. She kept her breathing calm and even; daleks could sense an elevated heart rate, and if it thought that she was doing what she was planning on doing, then it would kill her before her plan was set into motion.

The dalek looked ratty, and it's polish was rubbed off in places. This wasn't the pristine dalek that had been broken out of a timelock; this one was old, and battle-pocked. Looking more closely at the bumps, Martha thought that it might have been from New York, and it might have been one of the "Cult of Skaro, yeah?" It wasn't really a question, as she studied the dalek, and the dalek moved back a bit and away from her, the gun attachment twisting a bit. "Dalek Jast, I think."

"How. Do. You. Know. Who. I. Am. Hu. man?" The words were spoken as the dalek seemed to stare at her, the lights on it's head twisting with each word.

No weapons just words "I'm the person who can try and get you home."